It was the evening around late Autumn or early December, so it was pretty dark outside. I was young at the time and had gone into my kitchen to dry my hair. I had just started to blow dry it when I saw this massive figure holding an axe walk past my glass back door, it briefly looked in before walking away again seemingly into the back garden. Naturally, I was quite shaken up and ran to tell my parents there was a huge man with an axe in the garden and my father went out with a heavy pipe to look around. He didn’t find anything outside and came back in to my mother who was making sure that I was okay. As he told me there was nobody outside he started asking me questions and the one question that stood out to me was, “Did the back light go on?” See, we had a light that was motion sensored and turned on when someone or something passed it. The light never went on. Strange things had happened around then and my parents ended up getting someone to pray in the house to rid it of evil and I didn’t see anything in that house since then until we moved out.